He watched from afar, butterflies fluterring in his stomach as the cardigan-wearing boy talked to his theatre friends, water bottle in hand.
Eric's friends didn't even notice that he was completely focused on something else, too busy debating on which movie is the best.
Enchanting, that's what Jeremy Heere is.
A creature so gorgeous, in his eyes, that it actually hurts. How can someone so beautiful, make you mad? Like, what the ever-loving fuck?
Soft, curly, brown hair reaching above his shoulders with a few strands framing his pretty face. Sapphire eyes that hold so many untold emotions but still sparkle under the light. Many stars dot his face, looking like constellations as his cheeks turn rosy from perspiration or shyness. And lastly,
That smile.
That sweet fucking smile that grace his face and bless his day.
It's a bit extra but eh, can you really blame someone for day dreaming over someone they share an English class with?
"Eric!" The call of his name startled him, almost making him throw his water bottle.
The teen glared at Emily, the one who snapped him from his peaceful train of pining, "What?" He hissed with a hint of venom in his voice, but she didn't give a fuck.
"Which movie is better? Frozen or Frozen 2?" Emily asked heatedly, eyes serious and what the fuck.
Eric was about to retort, saying something like 'i don't give a fuck' but Zach opened his mouth first.
"Frozen 2, obviously," he started, lollipop in mouth, "We got to hear more awesome songs and the visuals were great as fuck. Also, the plot is more complex and interesting."
"Don't forget about feminist Kristoff," Rebecca sighed happily, looking at her nail polish, taking a mental note to go to the salon later.
"And Anna being an independent icon," Joe added, attention directed on his phone, fingers tapping, texting his girlfriend.
Kurt, who was taking a nap, blinked his eyes open as his head was still buried in his crossed arms, "Also, don't forget about Olaf dying."
Katherine gasped, eyes wide as she stares at Kurt with an incredulous look, "Olaf diES?!"
Kurt yawned out a 'yes' before getting his collar gripped by the blonde girl, shaking him to the fact that Katherine is about to throw a fit.
"How dare you spoil this for me, Ramsay?!" oh shit, Kath hasn't watched the movie yet—
"Don't worry, he get's resurrected by Elsa in the end," Oof, wrong move, Kurt.
Katherine gasped again, her shaking turning more violent, making the brown-streaked boy feel a bit dizzy.
"You spoiled me again, what the fuck?!"
The rest of the group was amused, trying to hold back chuckles as Katherine continued to abuse the poor rugby player while Eric is questioning why he got thrown into this group of lunatics.
He sighed, turning his head to look at Jeremy again, realizing that the twink is looking at him.
Okay, maybe not at him, but at his area.
He's got this confused expression on his face, probably questioning why their table is creating such a ruckus, sandwich in between his lips.
God, he looks so cute, Eric thought, a warm feeling encasing his heart, slightly getting giddy at the sight of the boy watching Katherine rage.
